Tenderly Fallen,
Deprived and losing,
Delicately they rejoice,
Without a choice,
Branched is a rainbow,
Floating past the window,
Piled up on the side,
The wind has swept them away,
Tossed in a whirl,
Sent to the ground in a twirl.
Why do we rake away such a fallen splendor?
Tenderly fallen,
Deprived and losing,
Delicately they rejoice,
Sent up in the air again,
Up up up,
a fallen rainbow,
Festive and majestic,
Soundly the laughter rings,
So much simplicity,
Pure and tenderly fallen,
with a smile on the child's face.
-Amanda
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